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Threesomes/Moresomes (Grimmjow/Kazeshini/Shuuhei)
Sitting cross-legged on a boulder, with muscular arms laced one over the other across his chest, Grimmjow watches with engrossed anticipation as the Hat uses what he had called a "Tenshintai": for weeks the Sexta had been able to smell the thing inside of his captain like a burgeoning forest fire, and the redolent aroma of such feral energy mixing with the scent of Hisagi's sweat-slicked, come-soaked body while Grimmjow fucked him raw had been too much, and the blue-haired Arrancar had needed to put a face and voice to that searing tang -- when the moment of reveal finally comes, he isn't at all disappointed with the flurry of charred flesh that is framed hotly by blazing red, alluding to a blistering lava that is bubbling up from the spirit's very core to seep from the cracks in molten rock; Kazeshini surveys his new surroundings quickly with flashing blue eyes, before he settles his gaze on a pair of analogous cyan, grinning in such a savage way as to mirror Grimmjow's own cutting smirk, before he howls excitedly and hurls himself at the blue-haired Arrancar with twin sickles whirling (but, not without being under the vigilant gaze of his wielder, who watches the violent scene unfold with darkening eyes, reddening cheeks, and a quickening heart).
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Congrats to blood_crow!
Threesomes/Moresomes (Grimmjow/Kazeshini/Shuuhei)
Sitting cross-legged on a boulder, with muscular arms laced one over the other across his chest, Grimmjow watches with engrossed anticipation as the Hat uses what he had called a "Tenshintai": for weeks the Sexta had been able to smell the thing inside of his captain like a burgeoning forest fire, and the redolent aroma of such feral energy mixing with the scent of Hisagi's sweat-slicked, come-soaked body while Grimmjow fucked him raw had been too much, and the blue-haired Arrancar had needed to put a face and voice to that searing tang -- when the moment of reveal finally comes, he isn't at all disappointed with the flurry of charred flesh that is framed hotly by blazing red, alluding to a blistering lava that is bubbling up from the spirit's very core to seep from the cracks in molten rock; Kazeshini surveys his new surroundings quickly with flashing blue eyes, before he settles his gaze on a pair of analogous cyan, grinning in such a savage way as to mirror Grimmjow's own cutting smirk, before he howls excitedly and hurls himself at the blue-haired Arrancar with twin sickles whirling (but, not without being under the vigilant gaze of his wielder, who watches the violent scene unfold with darkening eyes, reddening cheeks, and a quickening heart).
Thanks to all of our members who voted!